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Click, *refresh*, awww.
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Click, *refresh*, ooh, the geohash is in Orange Park again! And because the hash is in Orange Park, it was less than five miles away. And because it was less than five miles away, Woodveil and Mr. Bow Tie would ride our bikes. Woodveil had a racquetball reservation at four, so it looked like we'd do the hash between noon and two o'clock. Program the GPS and let's go!

True to form, we left for the hash around 1:15. On our bikes, we went for the slow roads and the ones with the good bike lanes. After a few short miles we turned onto the last road to approach the hash. And found a dead end. So Mr. Bow Tie gave a quick check of the GPS. We were still a quarter of a mile away. Google Maps told us we could walk right up to the hash, so something was obviously wrong. The problem was we knew the area pretty well, and so hadn't really looked at the map. The roads we had taken just didn't connect with the neighborhood the hash was in. No matter, we'd just go around.

Once around, we approached the necessary driveway, which Woodveil did recognize it from Google Maps' Street View. The hash should be in the woods in front of the house, just off the driveway (It was a pretty nice neighborhood). And as we began walking our bikes up the driveway, a truck came out. Naturally we had forgotten our Diplomatic Passport, so Woodveil did a quick rehearsal of our story. The truck slowed down but before Woodveil could say anything, the driver addressed us.

"They're in the back, playing Frisbee."

And he continued on his way. So we kind of looked at each other, shrugged, and continued on. The GPS was being screwy because we were in the woods, but we managed to reach accuracy a few yards farther up the drive. Well, what to do? We discussed our situation. The truck man's tone implied that we knew the ones playing Frisbee and his inflection sounded as if we had permission to go on. Plus, he drove off before we could say anything. So we figured it was legit enough, though probably the worst Ambassador achievement ever. We gathered the necessary proof, took the necessary photos. We then briefly debated whether or not to go see if we could play some Frisbee, but ultimately decided against it.

We just went home instead. It's too hot for this shit anyways. Thanks again, though, Internet.